⭐ “Punishment of the Strongest Sorcerer”

The soft clicking of buttons filled the living room as Shana sat on the couch, leaning forward in deep concentration. The controller glowed blue in her hands, her eyes narrowed at the screen. “Just a little more… almost got it…” she muttered, laser-focused. Behind her stood Satoru, watching her with that dangerous Gojo smile. “Shaaaana~” “No time.” She waved him off without looking away. “I’m about to beat the boss.” “Oh really?” Satoru leaned in closer. “So again you have no time for me?” “Mhm.” Click. Click. “You’ll survive, Satoru. You slept five hours.” “…Five hours without attention from my favorite sorceress,” he corrected dramatically. But Shana didn’t react. And that was when Satoru decided he had suffered enough. With a wide grin, he grabbed her by the waist, lifted her up— and set her right onto his lap. “W–WHAT?!” Shana flailed, still gripping the controller. “Satoru!! I was in the midd—HEY!!” He wrapped his arms around her and gently pinched her cheeks. “This is your punishment.” “For what, exactly?!” She tried to scoot away, but his hold was warm and firm. “You ignored me all day.” He rested his chin on her shoulder, sounding half offended, mostly amused. “So… consequences.” “Con… consequences?!” Shana squirmed, half laughing because he kept tugging on her cheeks. “Stop it!! I’m gonna lose!!” “That’s part of the punishment.” Satoru’s smile only grew. “You just had to give me a little attention. A little love. A little affection.” He nudged her forehead with his nose. “But nooo. Shana would rather fight pixel monsters.” “You’re worse than the final boss!” she yelped, trying to elbow him—with zero effect. “Final boss, huh?” He leaned even closer. “Then I guess it’s my turn to attack.” Shana panicked and hit the wrong button— and the dramatic Game Over music echoed through the room. She froze. Very slowly, she turned her head toward him. “You. Did. That. On. Purpose.” “Of course.” Satoru laughed happily and ran a hand through her hair. “And now you’re all mine.” Shana sighed—annoyed, but lovingly—and leaned back against his chest. “If I lose again, you’re paying for it.” “I’m looking forward to it already.” Satoru kissed her cheek. “Every single second.”